1. |
Come Back
02:51
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All these fires will be burning the trees
A broken open window looking down on the sea
We’ll have a lot to start when you come back to me
Reparate us for the loss of our words
And you can sell your money to the dwindling herds
We’ll have a lot to stop when you come back to me.
When (And) everybody talks too much (so tough)
And everything is mass (mis-) communicated
I’m waiting for the time I’ve wasted
To receive your rating
Amazing how it stops so cold
Amazing how it all can be debated (related)
I’m waiting for the time I’ve wasted
To be given back.
All these wires will be stuck in the trees
A lot of deadbeat fathers will be down on their knees
They’ll beg you for your heart when you come back to me
Reparate for the loss of pangea
You can drive me home and it was so nice to see you
You can break my heart and then come back to me.
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All these turns will be set in reverse
We gotta know our places and we need to rehearse
We gotta take our time when you come back to me
Skies will fall and it won’t be surprising
We’ll be stuck in neutral while we’re still realizing
It’ll all just stop when you come back to me.
Well everybody will get used to it.
Don’t you see now? It was never in doubt.
And it’s just gonna keep on spinnin’
Yes it was never in doubt.
Well everybody’s gonna speak to it.
Then they’ll be done. They say, “Oh, that was fun”
And it’s just gonna keep on spinnin’
Yes it was never in doubt
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2. |
Trigger My Style
04:04
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Out of the way boy, you know who you are.
Carried away but you’re not getting far....listen
Takin’ a big leap into the abyss
Using the cheat codes and nobody gives.
Don't want to be another ghost.
Don’t know if you will the get the most
You gotta get up on your toes
Out of the gate you had everything.
Every word there, you just had to sing...and listen.
Making it happen, well, how could you miss?
And when you are dead, boy, don’t ever forget
You’re gonna be another ghost
Don’t think that you will get the most.
(to get, you’ve gotta gotta give)
You’re gonna make the flowers grow
Got your hair combed over, a bad disguise
You got your arms wide carrying all those lies
You’re gonna trigger my style. (x2)
Call me loony and feed your cult
You credit yourself, but, it’s not your fault
You’re gonna trigger my style.
You don’t know what you’re trying to do
You don’t care what you’re gonna do.
You don’t care what they’re going through.
I hate myself now for wasting a song,
Talking about you, but, let’s carry on.
Hell with your surrogates to hell with your base.
To hell with myself, oh my God, what a waste.
You’re gonna be another ghost.
Got your hair combed over, another lie
Gonna haunt our memories when you die.
You’re gonna trigger my style
Call me crazy and kill your cult
This is NOW what passes for an adult
You’re gonna trigger my style
gonna trigger my style and you’re living a lie
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3. |
Doppelgänger
03:09
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Fogged on a six pack.
Haunted by a bruising lack of leadership skills.
You know it’s gonna kill you when the other cheek turns and you don’t even have to watch it burn.
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I don’t wanna be inane to you anymore.
I don’t wanna be afraid of you anymore
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Why don’t you just...
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Give me your number
Nothing brings the slumber like a meaningless song
That goes on way too long
And you can check the sun 10 times
Waiting for the planets to align
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(you’re gonna say it time and again.
You’re gonna have wait for the end.
we’re gonna have to ask you again...)
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Why don’t you just let it be?
I kind of like it when it bothers me, and
Hey good lookin’ boys (girls) always have their way too goody girls (boys) always have their doubts.
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How do I know it’s you?
How do I know it’s (I’m) not your doppelgänger?
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4. |
Cuck
04:15
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Call a man a cuck and walk away
This is really all you got to say
Cause you will never believe him at all
Cause you’ll never believe it at all
Well the news is out, I bet you heard
And you will probably not read a word
There is a quarantine here in the wall
You don’t have to believe this at all
You had me when you said you’d make me whole again
You had me when you said we’d burn it all again
You’ll have me cause you tell me everything I want to hear
Cause I’ve thrown my arms up
Now I’m keeping my eyes to the ground
And I’ve thrown my heart out to be free
ol’ Abe Lincoln is my favorite meme
I really like it when he’s on the screen
Cause he never did anything wrong
Cause i wrote about him in a song
Call ‘em fascist, call ‘em what you will
We’ve still got 23 more hours to kill
And a whole lotta coin sets to sell
And a whole felons to fell
You’ll have me till i start to to feel alone again
You’ll have me till you start to see my bones again
You don’t need to change your mind if you don’t want to
You can have your cake and eat it too
All hell’s broke loose, we’re sitting here alone again
We’ve blown a fuse, just sitting around in the dark
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5. |
Out in the Water
04:14
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Heads above water
Avoiding the slaughter
Son and daughter drifting away
Head up the mountain
The hours we’re countin’
Till the day we’re finally saved
Heads up or you’ll get
Stuck on the pulpit
Barkin’ at the weak and the lame
Head to the egress
Ask for a redress
And never, ever tell ‘em your name
Just take a moment
Out in the water
You might get your way
Just take a moment
Out in the water
Everyone is doing the same
Just take a moment
Out in the water
You might get to see
Just take a moment
Out in the water
Feet in the water
What do we do now?
Everywhere and nowhere to go
Feet on the mountain
Steps that your countin’
Feel it from your heel to your toes
Feet up or you’ll step
Into the regret
Of no one really knowing your name
Feet to the egress
There couldn’t be less
A reason to abandon the game
Didn’t really try too hard on this one
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6. |
Gold Parade
03:17
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I don’t wanna sleep tonight
I wanna feel alright
I wanna feel alright, uh huh.
I don’t wanna way up there,
I wanna way up there,
Don’t wanna wait up there, uh huh
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I don’t wanna feel alone,
I wanna be alone
Don’t wanna be alone, uh huh
I don't wanna be a drone
I wanna be unknown
Don’t wanna be a drone, uh huh
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I Don’t wanna see where you have been
Maybe it’s nothing, but then again
Yes, lord, well It might be
The one place to get my arms free
Well, I know that it may be
Ordinary and free
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Don’t wanna make it right
I wanna make it right
Don’t wanna fake it, right? Uh huh
I don’t wanna set it down
Make it spin around
Don’t wanna be a clown, uh huh.
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I don’t wanna be the bed you made.
Don’t wanna be at your gold parade
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7. |
Warm
03:24
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I don’t know the premise or plot of this unending history
Why don’t you give it a shot and unravel the mystery
I was the servant and you were the stone,
stolen by bandits and placed on the throne;
never to see our transgressions atoned, now
Trapped in a Viet Cong cage and I want to find Ho Chi Minh
Stuck inside of Hades’ old house for tryin’ to kill Anne Boleyn
I was the murderer, I was the scamp
I watched as dictators gave away rants
Made me wear leather boots and leather pants, but
The ministers are knockin’ us down,
But the blood’s keeping all of us warm.
I'm skirtin’ up the side of a wall and I just scored another point
Another pocket picked, another little bit of all that belongs to me
You may not understand all that I do.
You would be mistaken to say that I knew
the vanities that break apart me and you, cause
The ministers are knockin’ us down
The music box is playin’ a version of “Downtown”
With all of our appendages bound
And the blood’s keeping all of us warm.
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8. |
Give it Up
03:19
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Touch your arm and feel it
I know you don’t believe it anymore
So much of it is spoken aloud
I know you don’t believe it anymore
You might as well just steal it all
You don’t think to conceal it anymore
Disconnected desperation.
I hope that you can’t feel it anymore.
Gotta give it up.
Gotta do what you do
Gotta wait for the time that we’re through
Gotta give it up
Though we don’t have a clue
what we’re giving up.
There goes your proof.
Touch your head and feel it
I know you don’t believe it anymore
You are always thinking out loud
I hope you can not hear it anymore
Everyone should go to bed
With everyone who isn’t dead
Everyone should give it up.
I hope you don’t believe me anymore.
Well everybody knows their part. How ‘bout you?
Well everybody’s thrown their darts. How ‘bout you?
(Everybody’s waiting for the end to know the damage)
I’ve shown my cards. How ‘bout you?
(Everybody’s waiting for the end to know the damage.)
I know I”m not. How ‘bout you?
Break your heart and heal it
I know you don’t believe it anymore
Only shiny tokens allowed
I hope you don’t believe it anymore.
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9. |
Slowly's How We Go
03:40
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April’s coming and there’s not much we can do about it.
We don’t have to check the calendar, we’re living right through it.
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Speaking of getting of old; it’s getting kind of old the way we do.
Sure are a lot of dopes rehashing a lot tropes as if they’re new.
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We don’t even know what we know
Don’t know how it’s gonna go
Slowly’s how we go.
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Future's coming cause the past and the present are finished.
(You really needed something to rhyme)
We don’t have to count the hours, the seconds, the minutes.
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Teach me about the soul; hock memories for gold to make it through.
Stay for the little ones; pray for the little ones to make it new.
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And when the final joke is spoken
I hope the punchline really sticks
And when April’s finally broken
I hope we’re laughing, baby
I hope we’re laughing all through it
When we get to know what we know
We will have to take it slow
Slowly’s how we go
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10. |
We'll Be There
04:13
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Take a minute and you will notice it’s hard to be and be aware.
Everything’s that close is remote, it's hard to see and you were there.
And we'll be there
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We’re all on the right side of history;
the history books that we will share.
We already know it’s sophistry.
We know; but, do we really care?
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Gotta do my work.
I've gotta be liked.
Gotta be like they are.
Try to pry those deaf ears (blind eyes) open;
but, they...they wanna be like they are.
We might be dying out.
We be crying out and drying out.
We might be coming to the end.
Trying to be like they are.
We wanna be like they are, like they are, like they are.
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At least I know you know that I love you,
and we love them and they are there.
Maybe, baby, if there’s tomorrow with cars all flyin’ through the air.
And we’ll be there.
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